The art of all specialized uses of
verbal destruction in the ruining
of another person's life, as-in the
wrecktoric of one's hopes - all
that's left is a shattered soul.
The subject in question is left
mentally broken down after an
assault of language that is all
together un-elaborate, very
un-pretentious, and insincere.
Whatever good that was inside
them has been cast adrift like
some shipwreck - drawn in by
a false light in a lighthouse
that really doesn't exist.
Dissipated passerbys who are
intellectually vacuous offer little
comfort, let alone a helping hand;
They're more interested in their
own 'high-flown style'.
Bottom line - the Wrecktoric prefer
to smash or break forcefully all
that's good, want to infiltrate with
all that's bad - the air permeates
surreptitiously with hostile intent.
Have you met him too? You said it right, the motive is "hostile intent" and not constructive comments, just vile and vicious.
Excellently written and full of impact.
clever word usage and title here...agree words can implant horrors within the soul, however maybe we can give some strength/power to the soul to regroup and grow beyond the infiltration of the words of the other...after all are we not truely our own masters and not victums
"Wrectoric" -- I like it, I like it!
Unfortunately, the "sticks and stones" rubric does not fly. Words
can hurt worse than knives. This is very thought-provoking, Robert. Thank you for sharing it with us.
Henceforth, may you only hear kind words. [And may the rest of us
speak and hear thoughtfully and compassionately.]
All the best, always,
Phyllis
Very astute and cleverly constructed, Lance. Wrecktorics seem adept at the quick parry with barbed tongue and underhand insinuation, also doing as much damage with what they leave unsaid, or by muttered inference. Good, quick, clean wit here! :)) xx
Oh how sad, when words that should be loving, giving, forgiving, building, etc. can be used to destroy, depleat, hurt, etc. What a wonderful poem to show this in the lime light. You light up many lives with your un-wrecktoric writes. They build, cause smiles, chuckles and uplift all who read. Love and hugs, Bonnie
Hearts of Gold
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Frank P. Whyte
Portland, Oregon is known as the City of Roses. Of course that’s an odd name for a city whose mere mention conjures images of driving winds and torrential ra
A homonymless man writes shows what it's like to look up the laid he skirts when you’re lying prone(d) to the sidewalk, beer / joint / needle dangling from your hand /lips / arm.
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You have the ability to look deeply into a persons soul and see whats inside. Very few are capable of that feat. Brilliant work!
Blessings and huggs,
~Linda
is always superb!
Eileen
Regis
Have you met him too? You said it right, the motive is "hostile intent" and not constructive comments, just vile and vicious.
Excellently written and full of impact.
Be always safe,
Karen
Unfortunately, the "sticks and stones" rubric does not fly. Words
can hurt worse than knives. This is very thought-provoking, Robert. Thank you for sharing it with us.
Henceforth, may you only hear kind words. [And may the rest of us
speak and hear thoughtfully and compassionately.]
All the best, always,
Phyllis
Very interesting write. You have a way with words.
Mary
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.